Thank you to @catolicabuena for this prompt (and also the title idea)! It was a lot of fun trying out writing in Remus’s point of view!
Description: Remus just wants to do something nice for Patton.
Genre: fluff (with just a tiny bit of angst mixed in cause I’m and angst gremlin and can’t help myself
Pairings: platonic Intruality
Warnings: brief mention of blood, brief mention of poison, food mention (I think that’s it. Let me know if there’s anything else or if you want something specific tagged!)
Remus had never been the best in the kitchen (just ask Dee who had been witness to his last…concoction), but this time, he had a reason to make everything perfect. What reason is that, you ask? Well, the happy pappy baker himself, of course. Recently, Patton had been trying so hard to make Remus feel more welcomed, even though he still got a little squeamish at some of the topics the chaotic side brought up. He had baked him everything under the sun, even finding out his favorite cookie (raspberry thumbprint cookies, if you were wondering. He liked how the red jam in the middle of the cookie reminded him of a pool of blood). Remus just wanted to show that he appreciated Patton’s efforts. Obviously, he had tried other ways to show how he felt, but Patton didn’t seem to appreciate his gory drawings or the special creatures he made in the imagination in Patton’s honor. Remus could see behind the uncomfortable smile and falsely cheery tone whenever he’d show him those things. That was ok, he was still trying, and Remus still appreciated it. But he was still left with nothing to present to Patton as a thank you. And that’s how he ended up in the kitchen.
Unfortunately, at this point, flour somehow covered every visible surface, cake batter clung to the walls and countertops, and some sort of mysterious red substance had leaked onto parts of the floor. And there was Remus in the middle of it all, still trying diligently to get what batter was left in his mixing bowl into a cake pan. It took all of his limited concentration not to spill any more batter
“Perfect.” He grinned, once it was nicely spread in the pan. It didn’t look half bad if he did say so himself (even though there was only about half the amount there was supposed to be in the pan), but perhaps he should taste it? After all, the taste had to be perfect as well. Patton’s cakes and cookies were always amazing, his should be too right? Remus was about to happily stick a finger into the batter when he caught sight of the dirt under his fingernails. Now, normally he wouldn’t mind sticking his dirty finger into the batter and tasting it anyway, but Patton probably wouldn’t appreciate that. Oh well, he followed Patton’s recipe exactly, so it should turn out fine, right? He shrugged as he stuck the cake into the already preheated oven, the thought of getting a spoon to taste test it, or just washing his hands never crossing his mind.
While the cake baked, Remus decided to start on the frosting. It was a fairly simple recipe and he was done in no time. Well, might as well add some colors to decorate with since there was still plenty of time before the cake got done. His first instinct was to grab the red, and not stop until it was the perfect shade of crimson, but wait, no, this was for Patton. Patton wouldn’t like a blood red cake or any of the rest of what Remus wanted to decorate it with. Instead, he grabbed some blue food coloring and added in just enough to make a pastel blue. There. That was perfect. Patton would be sure to appreciate that color. Well, that didn’t take nearly as long as he thought it would. Guess he would just have to wait for the cake to be done. Remus groaned impatiently and stared at the timer. Only twenty minutes left…with a sigh, Remus plopped down in front of the oven to wait. If he left, he would just get distracted and burn the cake (not that he had done that before or anything. And Dee definitely never had to scrape the charred remains of what vaguely resembled some cookies off of a pan before…or had to throw away a rock-hard piece of “charcoal” that was completely glued to the inside of a cake pan.)
Finally, after ages of waiting—well it felt like ages, anyway—the cake was done. Remus grinned as he pulled it out. It was actually golden brown! It wasn’t black or smoking this time. That alone, Remus counted as a win. He tried to let it cool before icing it. He really did. But he already waited so long for it to bake, and he really, really wanted to give it to Patton now, so he decided to go for it. Besides, the icing only started drooping a tiny bit when he put it on. It was cool enough. After the cake was decorated, Remus stood back to look at his creation. It was slightly deflated on one side, caving in on itself a little; at some points the icing was sliding off because the cake was still warm; and there were quite a few white spots where Remus didn’t mix in the food coloring as he should have. But it was the best cake Remus had ever made. Now to get Patton.
“Oh, Pattycakes!” he sang loudly “I have a surprise for you~” a minute later, Patton rose up, immediately gasping at the state of the kitchen.
“Wh-What’s going on here, kiddo?” he asked, nervously glancing at the red substance that was still staining the floor.
“I made you a cake!” Remus cheered gesturing to the blob of blue on the table.
“Oh, you did? Remus that’s so thoughtful!” Patton gasped, nervousness changing to delight in an instant. Until he caught a glimpse of the cake that is. Of course, he was still thrilled that Remus had made him a cake, but…was it actually safe to eat? Knowing Remus, probably not. Remus’s grin faltered slightly as he took in the moral side’s wary expression. He didn’t like it. He should have known. It was pretty ugly looking now that he really looked.
“You—You don’t have to eat it, Pat.” He offered, looking down at the mess he had created. The disheartened tone in Remus’s voice was enough to make Patton steel himself for what he was about to do
“Of course I’m going to eat it. It’s a cake made specially for me, isn’t it?” he replied confidently. Remus’s head snapped up in surprise.
“Really?” he gasped. Patton smiled at him, hesitantly taking a fork from the silverware drawer. Before he had time to talk himself out of it, he stuck the fork into the cake, took out a big chunk, and stuck it in his mouth.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, chewing slowly.
“Is it bad? Oh gosh, it’s horrible isn’t it. You should spit it out. I probably somehow poisoned you. It’s underdone and overdone at the same time, isn’t it.” Remus started panicking as the various ways Patton could get sick from his cake popped into his head.
“Remus, Remus, calm down, kiddo. It’s—It’s actually really good!” Patton exclaimed, happily reaching for another bite.
“It…what?”
“It’s really good! Here, try some!” Patton took the bite he was about to eat and instead shoved it in Remus’s face, who instinctively opened his mouth to accept.
“Oh, it is good!” he smiled, talking as he chewed. Sure, the icing tasted a tad too sweet and the cake might be a little underdone, but it was actually pretty good.
“I’m so proud of you, Remus.” Patton praised pulling the dark side in for a hug. And if Remus’s breath caught in his throat at the action, and if Patton’s arms tightened slightly around him hearing the sound, neither of them said a word. Instead, they just enjoyed the moment, Patton’s words still ringing in Remus’s ears. He was proud of him. The thought made his insides squirm, but in a good way, and he couldn’t help the uncharacteristically soft smile that slid onto his face. He’d have to bake for Patton more often.
“Marry me.” Moceit or intruality (whichever you want)
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Word Count: 996
Notes: Self-doubt, insecure thoughts
Remus was never scared. Why should he be? He was the one who inflicted fear to others, whether on purpose or not. He was the one always in control. He was chaotic, spontaneous- he never planned ahead.
That is, until he met the first person who he wanted to protect from everything, including himself. The one who captured his ugly heart. Patton was the opposite of everything Remus represented. He was fun, he was personable, likable. He was so beautiful. He saw life through rose-colored glasses. Well, figuratively.
Remus fidgeted with his green light up fidget spinner. He felt the small box in his pocket was a weight. Not pulling him down, God no, Patton was never pulling him down. That was everyone else. Everyone else thought of him as lesser than. Rough, horrid, ugly- he learned in early childhood to embrace the image in order to never be hurt. Can’t be disappointed if everything about you is horribly unpleasant
Then he met Patton. God, Patton, he lifted Remus up on a pedestal that hurt at first. Patton had infinite patience. Remus used to lash out. He’d accuse, he’d scream, he’d resist-yet Patton pushed through. Patton put aside his discomfort. He stayed up with Remus every night. He withstood Remus’ ugly nature. He found the monster that Remus thought of himself as, endearing.
The best part, the part that Remus loved most? Patton never expected a change. He never wanted Remus to be normal. Never asked Remus to tone it down. He only wanted to soothe the pain of rejection that stabbed at Remus’ heart at two in the morning. He looked at Remus as if he were the moon. That adoration is what drove Remus to the decision to propose.
He got to the park where he had planned to meet up with his boyfriend.He started setting up what he needed. The setting needed to be better than what Patton ever dreamed of. Remus had planned ahead. Nothing could go wrong.
He was done setting up when he saw Patton making his way up the path. His brunet hair shined in the light of the setting sun. He looked so beautiful; his face was painted with orange and pink hues, accenting his freckles the best. His shoulders were adorned with the cat hoodie he had been wearing when they first met. His crooked smile reflected to Remus what he could never be-beautiful.
Patton set the picnic basket he had in his arms down gentle before jumping into Remus’ arms. He peppered kisses all over Remus’ face, causing them both to laugh. Remus held onto the shorter man after they calmed down. Patton giggled, then must have sensed that Remus was off.
“Mus? What’s wrong, my love?” Patton asked, pulling away with concern.
Remus laughed, a nervous edge bordering on hysteria lacing his voice. “Nothing, Sugar! I just feel extra happy to see you.”
“Oh, I’m happy to see you too,” Patton sighed in relief. “Wanna sit? I haven’t eaten in a bit.”
Patton sat down, then looked up at Remus in bewilderment. “You gonna sit and eat?”
“Yes, I just need to do something first.”
Patton tilted his head, still smiling but confusion decorated all over his face. He was so adorable. Remus smiled back, a surge of confidence in his body. He could do this.
He didn’t want to waste time with fancy words. He had the rest of their lives to do so. With no more hesitation, he pulled the ring box out of his pocket, and knelt on his knee. Patton’s eyes instantly welled with tears as he cupped his hand over his mouth to cover a gasp of shock.
“Marry me.” Remus requested, simple. All of the chaos in his mind and body cleared enough to know for certain this is what he wanted.
Patton sat there, crying into his hand. It wasn’t a no. It couldn’t be.
“…Say something, please.” Remus felt blood roaring into his head. He couldn’t have messed this up. Everything else could be destroyed at his hands except his relationship with Patton.
Doubt succeeded in clouding his vision. Or were those tears? Most likely, both, and he slowly set the box down. He was about to curl into himself when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He looked up, and teary eyes met teary eyes, then smiling lips met surprised lips. They embraced, and Remus felt the weight of doubt start to climb off of his chest.
“Of course,” Patton sniffled with a watery smile, “Of course I will. Why wouldn’t I? You are so perfect to me, Remus.”
Remus felt secure in that opinion. Patton was the only direction he was sure of, he needed to know if the other man felt the same.
“Are you sure?” he let his voice drip with vulnerability.
Patton picked up the ring box, opened it, and smiled. It was a gold ring, and instead of a diamond there was an emerald encrusted octopus.
“It’s perfect,” Patton whispered in reverence as he put it on. “Just like you.”
Smiled, happy that the one he chose was the right one. “I love you. I’d be lost without you.”
Patton smiled brightly, holding his hand out to see the ring glitter in the sunset. The warm summer breeze just accentuated the perfection of the moment. Patton leaned into Remus’ chest. Remus automatically started stroking his fiance’s hair.
“I just realized something,” Remus remarked, “This is the only good thing I’ve done that hasn’t involved fake blood, dick jokes, trash, or a rat army.”
Patton snorted, sat up, and crawled over to the picnic basket. He gave Remus his egg salad sandwich, and held his own cheese and bologna up. “I propose a toast, to the first day of Remus finally being tied down!”
Remus mock-toasted, smiling at the pun. They watched the sun set, content in each other’s space. Remus felt, for the first time in his life, stable.
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